Yesterday I wrote about being conflicted, and told a story about washing dishes, and thinking to myself.
I got a number of replies, all of them advising me to chuck the offending pan. That surprised me because I thought the crux of the matter was my saying, "if this was my house".
It is my house, it's a house I share with a partner who never makes me feel less than equal. Why did I say that?
Having said that, I realize that I feel equal on the grand scale of things, like if I take into account all the areas in which I feel somewhat more equal, and all of those in which I don't.
I am definitely not on the same level with Dave when it comes to putting up with things I find suspect for whatever reason. Dave is frugal; to say I'm not is just an exercise in understatement. He really thinks these pans are OK to use (just somewhat suspect in appearance). I only feel something about them; I haven't done any research, I couldn't justify just turfing them because I don't like the way they look, and I definitely don't have the courage of my conviction around this subject.
Maybe that's why I didn't feel, in that moment, like I had any ownership or power.
However, on the grand scale, and that's where I think it's important, equality reigns. Just try to feel sorry for Dave if I succumb to some horrible kind of industrial poisoning.